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I'm Bout To Explode (Crucial Conflict)

hook I'm bout to explode I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down From locked up or even dying I can dig the problem I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone With the thieves in the hood don't look good Never ever thought she could jump off like that now O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down Everybody wanna have the crown Every breath you benefit the sin We gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends You win, the wrong for what you doing You need to start snatching, kick out the mob Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back Anyway homie wasn't all that If he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of loves In a positive demonstration That we could never conquer shit and defend no more hook High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off Smoke that bitch, what a mess I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my Niggas with the bottle, get the top Then pour out the back door when its war Armor to your brothers stay clean Watch your back young brothers I mean My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a hood I took too much then too much, now I don't know where to turn Or who it may concern, life and death all I've learned I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself Cause you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97' just another hunting season Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely Why? hook Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, (?) Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain Hustle and rain pain niggas Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go boom Y'all can't help but to talk, it's us against the law That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole I don't know where the hell to go Cause my life is like a pack of (?) Having brothers capping, it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would Every day is numbing If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out hook So much shit on my mind I can't find the time to free myself from going down Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb You thinking different, defending for the real of it Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go Easy it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions The feeling like I can't take it no more The mission is dealing with pressure Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha' Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha' He shook off and looking for shelter Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan Struggle the daily double, double trouble the mold I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then explode hook